One day in October, neither drunken nor sober,
O’er Broadbury Down I was making my way,
When I heard of some ringing, some dancing and singing.
I’ll always remember that Jubilee Day.
Chorus:
’Twas in Ashwater town, the bells they did ring,
They rang for a crown and a belt laced with gold.
But the men of Northlew rang so steady and true
That there never were better in Devon I hold.
’Twas misunderstood, for the men of Broadwood
Rang a peel on the tenor should never have been.
But the men of Northlew rang so steady and true,
A difficult matter to beat them I ween.
Chorus
’Twas in Ashwater town, the bells they did ring, etc.
Those of Broadwood being naughty, then said to our party,
We’ll ring you a challenge again in a round.
We’ll give you the chance in St. Stephen’s by Launceston;
The prize to the winner a note of five pound.
Chorus:
’Twas in Callington town, the bells they did ring, etc.
So the match it went on, at good Callington,
And the bells they rang out o’er the valley below.
And the old and young people, the hale and the feeble,
They came out to hear the sweet bell music flow.
Chorus:
’Twas in Callington town, the bells they did ring, etc.
Those of Broadwood once more were obliged to give o’er,
They were beaten completely again in a round.
But the men of Northlew rang so steady and true;
That no better than they in the West can be found.
Chorus:
’Twas in Ashwater town then in Callington Town, etc.
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